Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

This ‘N That Thursday – Delilah Style

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Hey all, Delilah here filling in for The Mama who apparently is too ashamed to show her face this morning.

What’s that Mama?  Yes, yes I know it’s This ‘N That Thursday hosted by the 2 Brown Dawgs Blog.  I really think I could be friends with Storm and Thunder’s very handsome.   Freighter, well let me just say Freighter and I could have a lot of fun.

Did you say something Mama?  Yes, yes I’m well aware that you’ll handle tomorrow’s Follow-up Friday post, with your co-host Sue from The Golden Life.   Honestly that little Ducky is a cute little demon dog.

Now what Mama?  Okay, I will remind everyone the deadline for purchasing the awesome Dogs of Blogville Calendar is quickly approaching. You can find the button on the right paw side of the blog.

Now Mama, unless you want to sit your ass down and write this post, shut your pie hole.  Go cry in your coffee woman, I want to tell everyone the story of me and the chipmunk.

Any of you out there know a way to help The Mama chillax?  You’d be doing me a solid if you’d help a girl out.

So anyway, last weekend I was casually walking by the door and I noticed The Mama staring intently at something.  Must be something shiny, honestly that woman’s like a magpie I thought to myself.  But curiosity got the better of me (it’s not just for cats you know) so I glanced over.

And then I stared.

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Can  you see it in this picture?  Over on the left hand side on the deck, just past where the house wall stops.

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You probably can’t see it because The Mama can’t take a photo to save her life, but trust me, it’s there.  A wee little chipmunk.

Chipmunk-P Here’s a better shot of it. (Thank Dog for the zoom, if it weren’t for the zoom…)

Now I’ve been a chipmunk watcher since we moved into this house.   At first my approach was to charge out the door, barking at them to get off my deck.  But then I changed my tune, because honestly I’d love to catch one because I’m curious about how they taste, (someone told me they taste like chicken and I like chicken) but those little suckers are fast.  The Mama would always say, “stealth my love, stealth” but she never told me just what the woof stealth was.

Intent-P Eventually I figured it out on my own (cause’ I have a brain, unlike someone who shall remain un-named) Anyway, so there I sat staring intently at my snack the chipmunk and contemplating my course of action, when what do I see out of the corner of my eye?

Blunder Boy-P Yup! Blunder Boy!  Here he comes strolling across the deck all Scooby Doo “Hey what’s that?”

Oh and he’s close to that chipmunk, like about 12 to 16 paws away.  I look at Blunder Boy, who’s looking at the chipmunk, who’s looking at Blunder Boy.

Nooooooooooooo!   That chipmunk is mine!!!

BB2-P Too late!  The chipmunk darted below the deck faster than those scurvy pirates in that Johnny Depp movie The Mama drools about.

Sniff Sniff-P I rushed outside.  Yup, that’s where his little chipmunk butt sat and yes, it even SMELLS like chicken, but once again I’ve been thwarted.  Not by the chipmunk this time, but by Sampson.  How oh how can she call him the Golden Boy?  He can’t even catch a friggin’ chipmunk that’s mere paws away!

Sadly that’s all I’ve got for today, I enjoy writing this blog so if you enjoy reading me, let The Mama know in the comments.

It’s a Doggone Shame

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Delilah and Sampson here at the keyboard, to once again join our friends Koly and Felix from Kol’s Notes and Sherman and Leroy from My Brown Newfies in their amazing Human Shaming Blog hop.

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Delilah: I don’t know about you Sampson, but I’ve been waiting all year for this, I mean don’t get me wrong, I love the Mama, I really do, but sometimes I have to pray to that great canine in the sky, Sirius, for help with poor, simple Mama.

Sampson: You’re too hard on her Dee, you just never cut her some slack.

Delilah: Cut her some slack? Sam I’ve been attempting to train this woman for over six years!  Do you realize how much of my life I’ve spent trying to get this woman to follow me on a walk?  She’s fifty-three years old and still has to be on a leash for dog’s sake!!

Sampson: Um, Delilah I think you’re missing the point of the walk, it’s our job to stay with the Mama.

Delilah: Who told you THAT?

Sampson: It’s in the Canine Companion Book of Rules.  You have read that, right?

Delilah: That’s neither here nor there, the point is while The Mama is highly amusing to her human friends, she is exploiting us in photos and stories.  Oh wait, I forget, she’s never put a photo of you pooping or lifting your leg to pee, like she has me.  I’ll be honest, I’d expect something like that from the cat, but it shouldn’t EVER be from The Mama.

Sampson: Come on Delilah, you have to admit, that picture of you all hunched over in a poop stance was funny.

Delilah: Maybe to you, but NOT to me.  I have a reputation to uphold, a sense of dogcorum that must be adhered to.

Sampson: I understand your frustration Delilah, I really do, but I think we got a little off track, we’re supposed to be shaming The Mama in PICTURES.

Delilah: Fine!  You may remember last year we were able to get her to hold signs showing her shame, but not this year.  She wouldn’t fall for it twice, so we had to resort to just taking the pictures and adding the captions after.  Honestly, she’s not as dumb as she looks.  And if you saw her dressed for her walk, you’d KNOW she looks dumb.

But without further arguing with Blunder Boy…

Sampson: Not nice, Dee, not nice!

Delilah: Here is my contribution to the blog hop.

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Delilah: Look at her!  Not only is she dressed like a hobo, she has a bag of dingleberries hanging off her pants!  Who in Dog’s Name walks around with a bag of doody on their pants?  And it’s not too far from the treat bag, and she says the treats from China are tainted.  At least they aren’t shit flavored.

And she wonders why I run.

Sampson: BOL!  That was funny. You eat shit in the yard.

Delilah: This is my picture Sampson, I get to say what I want.  Shut your pie hole and put your picture up.

Sampson: Okay, here’s mine:

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Sampson: Oh Mama, you disappoint me so when you do this.  I mean, I grew up next to Mrs.”I can’t keep my nose inside my house” next door neighbor and Grandma. I can’t help but dash outside when you say, “What’s that?” or “Did you hear that?” or “Who’s got this one?”  You’re taking advantage of the curious nature that was nurtured in me by my Grandma, how can you do that?

And speaking of Grandmas, I’d like to wish my Grandma a very Happy Birthday.  I love you Grandma!

Delilah: I love you too Grandma, have a very happy day!

I’m so sad, it’s over already.  I kind of like this blogging stuff….especially when I’m shaming The Mama.

What do you think about this shaming stuff?  Did you get shamed?  Hop along and see what other pups had to say about their humans.



Abstract Art

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One of the big reasons I started this blog was for all the crazy, funny things my dogs do that bring a smile to my face or a laugh to my lips.

Sometimes it’s not easy to write a full blog post about it and sometimes I forget to share.

Some posts will be You Make Me Laugh and others will be You Make Me Smile, but they will all be the silly, sweet, funny things Sampson and Delilah do that help make crazy days just a little bit easier.

Feel free to share what your pet does to make you laugh/smile in the comments.

photo-9 Delilah, when you push your bowl all around the house, enthusiastically licking it and the results are a beautiful display of abstract art; you make me smile.

Your turn, does your dog lick their bowl?  Delilah licks hers, then she licks Sampson’s and then she licks hers again.  I’ve found her bowl under the table, under the pool table, behind the breakfast bar, but this is the first time I found it on top of Sampson’s bowl.

Is it wrong to want to frame this picture?

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